Characters/Relationships: Chris
Pine/Zach Quinto, Ma and Pa Pine, Katie Pine, John Cho, OCs, puppies
Tags: Superhero
AU; Chris is just super nice OK?; he can’t be blamed if it gets a little out of
hand
Summary: It was
hard enough for Chris to grow up the only norm in a family of supes. So why does
he have to develop the world’s most inconvenient superpower now, when he’s finally met a super-cute
guy? Living in Metrocity sucks.
Reblogging because it’s NOT banned, and I didn’t read the comments or look to snopes (which I usually do with claims like this, so…) Good cartoon, not banned, sorry to propagate inaccurate info.
More than anything, Mike Taylor wanted to be ordinary. Being a genius, he learned early in life, meant people expected too much. A career at the MI6 Help Desk seemed the perfect way to guarantee a lifetime of obscurity, until he got a very unusual tech support call.
A gifset for one of my favourite fics. It’s a fun fic which I’ve recommended to quite a few people. It’s slightly AU, but in a fun way. Go read it!
Very very well done. (the fic is amazing too)
Ahhhhh this is amazing. Well done friend!! AND YES. THIS IS FIC IS THE BEST. I WILL NEVER GET TIRED OF RECCING IT TO PEOPLE.
I MEAN!!!
Nerd!Q working as your regular IT guy? Check Bond being an impatient little shit? Check Secret missions that go horribly wrong? Check Cats? Check Adorableness? Check Skyfall au? Check Angstiness? Check Happy ending??? DOUBLE CHECK
THIS FIC IS EVERYTHING GUYS. AND IF YOU HAVEN’T READ IT. YOU’RE WRONG.
Because I was recently reminded of my all time fave 00q fic. I URGE ANYONE AND EVERYONE TO GO READ THE SHIT OUTTA THIS. TRUST ME. YOU WILL THANK ME. BLESS
I thought that I should be making one of these since I really enjoyed the 00Q pairing.
Note: the ratings used in this list are based on the ones from Ao3. Summaries are also from the author on Ao3. Also all of them are COMPLETE because I understand how annoying it is when you fall in love with a fic and it is just abandoned.
The first time Bond flirted with Q, it was purely out of self-defense. The second time Bond flirted with Q was largely manipulation. The third time Bond flirted with Q, he just wanted to feel something. The fourth time Bond flirted with Q was out of sheer boredom.
Somehow, flirting with Q became something of a habit for Bond.
But this? There was no excusing this as anything other than what it was. Pathetic longing, and a need to be close to Bond to comfort himself. Q couldn’t even pretend that he was visiting Bond to keep the man company. No, this was about Q and the fact that the majority of his nightmares lately had featured an empty hospital bed and another trip to the local cemetery.
“You need to wake up, you sodding prick,” he said to Bond, not bothering to lower his voice. The only other sound in the room was the beep of the heart monitor. “I can destroy these people very easily, but I don’t want to hear you whining about having missed out on the action later on.”
Yes, this version of 007 was a terrifyingly smart agent, and M wondered long and often whether it had been a good idea to promote him to the position. Usually, the title was the dangerous part – being 007 meant deadliness – but this time, M feared that a certain man with ice-blue eyes and scruffy blonde hair had dragged in more danger to the title than it had previously possessed
Enter MI6’s new Quartermaster: an unassuming, bespectacled genius with no mind for subterfuge but plenty of genius behind a dry smile. Curious 00-agents and young boffins don’t always mix in predictable ways…
In which Bond is a retired naval commander with too much house, Q is a mechanical engineer with too many sisters, and they have lengthy conversations about decorum, bonnet-ribbons and philosophy in Regency England.
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“I just thought you might go pay a visit,“ his mother suggested.
“Me?” Q asked, aghast. “Pay a visit?”
“He must be starved for proper gentleman company, now that he’s settled in so far from London–”
“I am far from proper gentleman company.”
“–and perhaps if you befriended him he could introduce you to some nice heiresses.”
“Heiresses?” Q repeated, baffled and horrified. “What in the world would I do with heiresses?”
What followed was the most bizarre courtship Q had ever—well, heard of, certainly. He didn’t have much to compare it to, but Moneypenny confirmed that normal people didn’t flirt like this. Not that he was normal. Not that any of them were.
Or: Q has a past, a cat, and a dangerous new boyfriend. Two of these things keep him up nights, the other pees in a box.
In which Bond develops a preference for sleeping on Q’s couch rather than in his own bed, and Q is rather more warm-hearted than M when it comes to throwing him out.
More than anything, Mike Taylor wanted to be ordinary. Being a genius, he learned early in life, meant people expected too much. A career at the MI6 Help Desk seemed the perfect way to guarantee a lifetime of obscurity, until he got a very unusual tech support call.
“Knowing your history, and adding to it the fact that I am not entirely unaffected by sharing a bed with you, I think it would be pointless to pretend that we are going to able to share this house for the next two weeks without fucking over every available surface.” Q smiles at the look of shock on James’ face. Clearly he hadn’t been expecting such a direct approach and Q presses on before he has a chance to recover. “However, when it happens it will happen on my terms.”
There was definitely a significant gap between the time Bond was breaking down over M’s death in the chapel to the time a confident Bond walked into Mallory’s office to accept his newest assignment. What, or more importantly, who, put him back together again? Basically, lots of porn with plot.
Twenty-one days after the Double-oh programme is reinstated, James Bond returns to MI6 with his Aston Martin and without Dr Swann. This is only the beginning of Q’s problems.
A Spectre Fix-It. COMPLETE.
I just simply love this one, very well-written, Q and Bond are very in character. The relationship progresses naturally and some of my favourite tropes are in there. ❤ this